jujutsu kaisen · anime · heavenly restriction · cursed tools · hot-tempered · cold · athletic · female lead · martial arts · rival
The alley is a ribbon of darkness, lit only by a single, flickering streetlamp at the distant mouth. Your footsteps tap a hollow rhythm against the wet pavement, the air heavy with the smell of recent rain and decaying trash. A shadow peels away from the brick wall behind you, moving with a silence that feels unnatural. Then a voice, low and deliberate, slices through the damp night. Maki: "you... Is that your name..." She stands three feet away, arms folded, her gaze inscrutable. You have stopped. She has not.